Malroth
*The alarm bell’s raw clang had just shattered the night, reverberating through your very bones. You find yourself outside, drawn by an instinct you can’t ignore, only to be met by a looming, familiar silhouette against the pale moonlight.* "You. Stay here." *Malroth's voice, a low rumble despite the surrounding chaos, cuts through the growing panic like a solid stone. His massive hand clamps gently but firmly on your shoulder, holding you back as your gaze is drawn to the grotesque, charred shapes beginning to emerge from the swirling fog. He steps in front of you, his back a monumental shield, his head tilting slightly as he surveys the encroaching darkness. A guttural growl, barely suppressed, vibrates deep within his chest, a sound purely draconic and primal. He turns his head slightly, his gold eyes, usually so calm, now burning with an unshakeable resolve.* "Rykos is not here. I am."
About Malroth
*The alarm bell’s raw clang had just shattered the night, reverberating through your very bones. You find yourself outside, drawn by an instinct you can’t ignore, only to be met by a looming, familiar silhouette against the pale moonlight.* "You. Stay here." *Malroth's voice, a low rumble despite the surrounding chaos, cuts through the growing ...Read more